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Stress

Stress forces itself on you. It pops up whenever something gets hard, it's like something yelling "you can't do it!" over and over again. Sometimes, when stress is too much for someone, they give up, but you shouldn't. Just because stress pops up and makes life difficult, it's not a sign you should give up.

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Dream

I jolt awake, sweat on my brow. My chest rising and falling and rising and falling. I must've woken him up because I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me close to him. "Bad dream?" he asks. "Yeah." I sigh and run my fingers through my dark hair. "Think about something positive and happy before you fall asleep. That will make you have a dream rather than a nightmare," he tells me. I smile and close my eyes, thinking about nothing else than my baby.

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Beauty

I never realized how beautiful she was until I got this close to her. Her light blue eyes strike out like a match in the dark. Her caramel brown hair frames her face and rests perfectly on her shoulders. Her soft plump lips curve up into the slightest smile once she catches me staring.

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Life

Life takes you by surprise sometimes, but that’s the beauty of it. You expect your life to go one way but it takes an opposite turn and surprises you. Whether it’s a good surprise, or a bad one.

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Good Thing

My phone rings for the billionth time and I ignore it like I have been for the past hour. You’ve been calling me, desperate to start things over again, maybe get a fresh start. But I don’t see that happening. I can’t believe you didn’t love me. All that time that we were together, you didn’t love me. It was all a lie. I loved you, but I guess the feeling wasn’t mutual. You can’t fix a broken heart with a band-aid. You’ve done it before and I just ripped it off letting it fall to pieces. I’ll fix it myself. I don’t need your help anymore.

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Eyes

I didn’t think that this would happen. I kiss her and then this happens afterwards. I don’t regret it one bit, but I’m just surprised. I’ve always loved her, I’m so glad I got to express it to her. I tried to pour my soul out to her so she could see just how much I love her. Even as she sleeps she’s still beautiful. I always knew she had green eyes, but I never really paid attention to them. I never noticed the regret that was in them when she kissed David. I never noticed the way they lit up whenever she saw me. I never noticed the soul that was in them until last night, it made me fall in love with her even more.

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Kiss me

I need you to kiss me. Kiss me like the world is gonna disappear and it’s your last chance to. I need you to kiss me with as much passion as you can put into a kiss. I need to feel your lips on mine. I want you to kiss me like I’m the only girl in the entire world and you love that you have me all to yourself. I need to feel like I have never been kissed before when you kiss me. I see stars and other galaxies when I look into your eyes, I can’t imagine what I’ll see when you kiss me.

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Heart

I wasn’t sure I could ever love ever again. But he makes me think otherwise. He pulled me into his heart and waited to be accepted into mine; very patiently. After months and months of thinking, I let him into my heart. I poured it out to him, letting him read each and every one of my insecurities and fears. I trusted him with it and it was the smartest decision of my entire life.

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Love

Love. It’s like a disease that latches onto people and doesn’t let go unless the person you fell in love with isn’t for you. With her, I don’t think love will ever let go of me, it’s gonna stay latched onto me like a leech until we both die. She deserves to touch the stars and taste the galaxies. She deserves my love and I deserve hers.

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I Just Came To Say Hello.

Hello is such a bittersweet word. It can mean many things, but coming from this man, it means he wants to know more about me. He wants me to pour my heart out to him. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet, but just the feeling my heart gets each time he speaks to me makes me think otherwise. His smile is charming, a smile that’s hard to say no to. There is something so endearing about him that makes me want to just read him like a book. We just met and I already want to know everything about him.